A crisp, 20-degree dawn revealed a fresh blanket of snow, beckoning from the blazing hearth to wander the pristine winter-wonderland awaiting outside.
A final Sockeye salmon run spawned, muted beneath frigid waters’ skim ice as it slowly morphed into shimmering crystal designs along Matanuska River’s rocky shores. Surrounded by the Chugach Range’s brilliant white towering cathedrals, I stood in awe . . . eye candy for the soul!
“God’s breath sends the ice, freezing wide expanses of water”. – Job 37:10
Falling snow has replaced falling leaves in the Last Frontier. Up in the mountains yesterday ‘termination dust’, the mystical white line drawn across the mountains by winter’s first noticeable snowfall, marked the 5,000 ft. level . . . soon time to hang up my hiking shoes and fasten on the snowshoes
“He sends the snow like white wool, and scatters the frost like ashes”. – Ps.147:16